Chapter 942 Thousands of years of late sighs

E Cang split up and closed his eyes.

The empty split also closed his eyes, and then Su Ming's cultivation was also eye-catching.

His soul, if he had eyes, now also witnessed the moment of Bai Ling's indifferent expression and closed it.

That's Bai Ling, not Bai Su. Su Ming won't read it wrong.

It's like a monk who has no dream, but Su Ming had a dream. When he woke up, he was confused and asked who was whose obsession...

Or, she is his obsession, or maybe it turns out that he is her obsession.

Everything, as the dream woke up, did not wake up with it. In the shattered nothingness, it was still the song of the years. In the sea of memory, there was still a lonely boat slowly sailing into the line of the sea.

Who is she? This question did not appear in Su Ming's heart for a long time, so he got the [answer] case. In the barbarian land of those years, the three strong men from Su Ming's soul brought to Su Ming, he once saw a woman. She was Bai Ling, Bai Su, and also... the saint of Fengmen in Female.

Yes, Xu Hui's senior sister.

"It turns out that the case is like this..."

"But, I'm no longer who I was back then. After thousands of years, I have realized a lot." Su Ming shook his head. He calmly found that he did not have heartache, and there was no kind of confusion like his heart being swallowed up by the void.

It seems that he has been prepared for this [answer] case for a long time. Even if he has seen the truth now, he is used to loneliness. It seems that with more and more experiences, there is nothing in the world that can make him feel that kind of heart is torn.

Even on the earliest Wushan Mountain, the wild beauty woman planted a wisp of thought in her own heart field. This thought went deep into Su Ming for thousands of years. After meeting Bai Su at the ninth peak, this thought was deeper...

It seems that every other part of the world, there seems to be a force guiding Su Ming to recall, remember the white head in the wind and snow, and think of the agreement in the snow.

"The white spirit in childhood, the white pigment in adulthood, and... the phoenix gate saint in the vicissitudes of life now, so deep obsession, step by step, connecting reincarnation and compiling a thousand years of network.

I don't know what's in Su Ming that can make the emperor and this saint of Fengmen go so persistent. Su Ming smiled.

If it hadn't been for the existence of evil eyes, Su Ming might have continued to lie to himself and continue to be unwilling to think about the falsehood of preparing for thousands of years. He wanted to leave a touch of beauty in his heart and did not want all this to turn into naked cruelty.

He doesn't want to, he doesn't want to...

It's just that I woke up from a dream, like coming out of the world.

In the world, people will remember each other and never forget each other, miss each other and know each other... but do not see each other.

After walking out, we don't remember each other, don't miss each other, don't miss each other, don't know each other, only forget each other, only meet after strangers.

In this case, simply look down on the joys and sorrows, face the silent ending with a smile, wake up with a smile, be less persistent, and be more free.

The agreement will be fulfilled one day, but it is only to fulfill the agreement to complete a life, not because of someone.

Su Ming stood in the rock, facing the sun. His long hair fluctuated in the mountain wind, but the wind could only move the hair, only the corners of his clothes, but he could not blow Su Ming's heart.

It seems that the undulating hair is Su Ming's memory, which is gradually blown away in the wind, and what can't be blown away is the frozen dust in the sky.

So, a heart began to freeze and wrap itself in layers.

No longer expected anything to be good. The face is as cold as a cold light with the ice of the heart, only the bottom of the heart that outsiders can't see. In this ice, in this range of the sun, there is no way to dry, drop by drop, dyed the fallen leaves all over the mountains.

A wisp of love, broken.

A first love of ignorance, if there is no huā piece of bone, after being late for a thousand years, still choose to wither.

Su Ming smiled. The smile was not bitter, but faint, with an old age and a silent sigh.

He suddenly understood that what he knew in those years, the sigh in the wind and snow was not someone else, but himself. In fact, it was himself who sighed, but not him at that time, but... now.

"It turned out that even the sigh was thousands of years late." Su Ming smiled and gradually laughed. His laughter echoed all the world, making this morning full of his laughter.

This laughter caused the stunnedness of the people of the ninth tribe to look at it one after another, and also caused Xu Hui's side eyes in the house.

"Lao Wu, do you have any wine!" Su Ming's voice spread in the laughter and fell into the ninth lonely ear at the foot of the mountain. He was stunned at first. Because of the name of Lao Wu, he heard it from Su Ming for the first time.

What does this represent? How can he not know that the ninth lonely body trembles and looks excited. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Yes!" He opened his mouth loudly, shook his body, and swayed into the mountain. He appeared again as a long rainbow. He stood beside Su Ming in an instant, raised his right hand, and immediately counted the jars of wine and appeared on Su Ming's side.

Su Ming directly picked up an altar and patted the mud. He didn't need a bowl to hold it. He took a big sip at his mouth.

This wine is brewed by the tribe of Shenyuan Xinghai, which is not the same as that of the monks. Its spiciness is like a hot air bursting in the [body], rushing straight to the mind.

But it does not make people unconscious, but the spirit is boosted in this impact.

The ninth lonely evil also picked up a jar of wine and accompanied Su Ming to drink.

"If life is just like the first sight..." Su Ming put down the wine jar, leaned on the rock, his long hair was scattered, and his expression was indulgent. After saying this sentence with a smile, he took a big sip again.

"Fourth brother, what does this sentence mean?" The ninth loneliness was stunned and tasted this sentence carefully. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the vicissitudes of life contained in this sentence was heavy and depressing.

"You don't understand." It was not Su Ming who answered him, but Xu Hui, who came out of the house with a pale face and weakness. She walked out gently, and the sun fell on her face, reflecting a rainbow of beauty.

In that beauty, with holiness, with time, and with a kind of gentleness.

"If life is just like the first sight, I have heard many people say this sentence, but everyone's words are not as profound as what I just heard." Xu Hui looked at Su Ming. She saw Su Ming drinking wine in the sun. The wine spilled from the corners of his mouth, which made people confused. Whether he was drinking or regarded the wine as bitter.

"When you have experienced the vicissitudes of life, the changes of people's hearts, and everything you don't want to do, but you have already walked, you will sigh in the years of old age.

If everyone in life and everything can go back to the earliest time, then how good it would be, because the beauty of the earliest time is a memory that can never be found after the washing of the years.

If life is just like the first sight..." Xu Hui muttered and shook her head.

"There are still a lot of things for you to do in your tribe. Go, I'll accompany you... Fourth brother." Xu Hui walked to Su Ming's side and sat down. She took off the empty wine jar in Su Ming's hand, lifted another one, wiped off the mud, and put it into Su Ming's hand.

The ninth lonely silent. After bowing to Su Ming with his fist, he turned around and left silently. He turned around with a wisp of memory in his face. What came to his mind was Su Ming's words.

"If you want to drink, I'll accompany you." Xu Hui herself took a wine jar, with calm eyes in her eyes, and met Su Ming's eyes.

"I have drunk a jar." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui with an unruly look.

Xu Hui smiled. Her smile was very elegant, with a sense of luxury. Looking at Su Ming, she raised the wine jar with her jade hand. After the first sip, she quickly put it down and frowned. Obviously, the spiciness of the wine was beyond her expectation. Her pale face was also ruddy at this moment. It took a long At one time, I drank it all in one breath.

After drinking, she put the wine jar aside, raised her head and looked at Su Ming. At this moment, there was a feeling in her mind.

"I caught up with it."

Su Ming looked at Xu Hui for a moment, picked up the wine jar and put it to his mouth. Xu Hui took a deep breath and picked up a wine jar full of wine again, as if to compete with Su Ming. He picked it up and drank it.

She drank very quickly, and it didn't take long to finish it all. She looked proud. When she looked at Su Ming, her expression was immediately stiff, and her eyes showed kindness and slight anger.

Su Ming put down the wine jar and only drank half of it.

"It's okay today. I'll drink it another day." Su Ming spoke lightly.

"No, I've already drunk two jars!" Xu Hui stood up with anger.

"I didn't let you drink it." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui and said calmly.

"You don't drink, do you?" Xu Hui stared at Su Ming and nodded. She picked up another altar and drank it again in front of Su Ming.

"...I don't drink with people with many moles." Su Ming's eyelids jumped, turned his head and put down the wine jar. The wine was too spicy, coupled with the arrival of Xu Hui, which somehow made Su Ming's heart very calm, but there was no wine.

"Su Ming!!" Xu Hui's eyes were so angry that she held the empty wine jar in one hand and slammed it on the ground. The wine jar smashed. At this moment, her cultivation could not work. As a woman, she drank the third jars of wine of the Shenyuan Xinghai tribe. In fact... she was already drunk.

"What did you say?" Su Ming looked at Xu Hui.

"Although I'm in a coma, my ears can still hear it. Whether you are Su Ming or Daokong, I don't care. What I care about is that you ask to drink, but I can't even drink as a woman. Give me a drink!" Xu Hui looked contemptuous. She picked up a jar of wine and handed it directly to Su Ming.

"You drank too much..." Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows.

"Do you want to drink it or not!" Xu Hui stared at her eyes, and her body was shaky. There was confusion in her eyes, but she couldn't fall down.

"Let's drink it another day." Su Ming sighed.

"I drank three jars!!" Xu Hui said loudly.